There is no one else like Bill Parker. I knew and loved him for forty years. Marilyn and I would often have dinner with Tim Ann and Bill at their house, at ours and at restaurants. Before they left for Florida, we started The Movie Bunch, a group that would see a film and then retire to a restaurant to discuss it. Bill always brought a complete course outline and supportive material for every one present on every possible aspect of the film. It was so characteristic of him to be more than thoroughly prepared.
Bill could talk and talk, and the conversation would often reach a fever pitch, especially when the subject had to do with fakes, villains, rednecks, right-wingers, bad art and bad writing. In Eastford, dinners would include many visits to his extensive library, and books would be spread on the table to illustrate and enlarge the discussion. These were heavy books! As the conversation progressed, his face would turn a deeper shade of red and the crescendo of his voice would rise until, finally, having satisfied himself in making his points, a smile and a calmness would emerge and then a gentle southern offer for more coffee and a cookie would be proffered. The evening would pass and much of the wrongdoings of the world would be exorcised - at least for the moment.
The passing of this charming, brilliant, witty, giving, supportive human being is a terrible loss. Family is the foundation and friends are the fences of our lives. Together they give us comfort, security and a sense of balance as we deal with all the challenges that life, the body and the mind, demand.
With Bill gone, there is a hole in my fence that is not reparable.